Aedan Vael (takeathief) wrote in angellogs, @ 2017-01-06 02:57:00 |
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Entry tags: | !trigger warning, aedan vael |
Who: Aedan, his kidnappers
What: A Skype chat/demonstration sent to Sebastian/everyone gathered to help find Aedan. There's an update on Aedan's condition and something awful happens to him that's technically for his own good. Technically. It's VERY TRAUMATIC ACTUALLY AND PROBABLY TRIGGERING.
Where: You get to work it out!
When: Friday Morning
Warnings: HEAVY TRIGGER WARNINGS FOR TORTURE. This log involves RESTRAINTS, MEDICAL TYPE TORTURE, VIOLENCE and FORCE FEEDING. It is VERY LIKELY TRIGGERING FOR Food/Control Issues. BE WARNED.
Notes: I am sick and wrong. I am so sorry. Never let me write character torture with a probable dry socket again.
The video feed opened rather calmly, considering what was going on, as the younger blond, fake english sounding of the group that had taken Aedan strolled into view, her ponytail twisted neatly and pinned on top of her head, while she stood in front of the camera with gloved hands, holding something that looked like a bit of tubing in her hand, and when she spoke, this time, the accented words were rather polished, her bearing stern and disciplined and certainly very professional.
“Greetings, Prince Sebastian, and friends who may be joining you. I hardly blame you in the least for that. This IS a delicate political situation, you must surely wish to have allies in your quest. As our thanks for your support on one matter, we’ve compromised our principles enough to give you an update on the little prince during his time with us. We’d thought a father ought to know some things, and of the problems we’ve been having. Your son…”
The camera moved away, now facing a long, white, brightly lit up corridor, tiled on the floor, ancient emergency signs, and one advertising the fact that medical equipment may be in use here on the walls, before Aedan, sandwiched between two guards, arms bound to his sides in a straightjacket tried his damndest to push past the men holding him, even though it got him nothing more than a few kicks for his trouble, and, perhaps, a bit of punching, as his nose looked crooked, and blood stained the cloth tied in his mouth. Behind came the group’s leader, dignified as ever, despite the moment and her prisoner.
“Well.” The younger girl said, as the camera caught Aedan’s face, and he glowered, full of anger as his hair, dull, like an old penny found on the street, hung limply in his face, and he made as if to lunge at the camera. “He’s certainly a SPIRITED boy, isn’t he? We’ve rather had some problems getting him to behave properly, so you’ve obviously not completed that job yet. He’s been so combative, we don’t dare trust him to feed himself, but obviously we have to keep him alive somehow.” she continued, shaking a large key in the other hand, tapping the length of tube against her thigh as the door pushed open, revealing a steel chair with moving headrest, and restraints.
“Time for an early breakfast, I think.” Stepping back, the camera now framed Aedan struggling with the guards, getting in a bit of a headbutt before being forced into the chair, tied into place with several of the restraints, save for the ones provided for the arms, since his were already strapped behind his back, and having his gag removed for a split second, during which a few words cut through the silence.
“Ah’ll see worse done t’yeh, ye worthless fecking CUNTS.” Aedan exclaimed, biting at someone’s fingers when they came near to his mouth. “Me da’s an army tae command and me lover’s gonnae see all a yer rotted skins in Hell, but noat before we’ve broken every last inch of yer…”
There was something hard, and made of steel being shoved through Aedan’s mouth, and backing away a little, the camera revealed a clamp designed for keeping his mouth open, before the leader strode back into view, attaching the rubber hose she carried through that clamp and down into his throat before adding a funnel, and then held up a can of SOMETHING or other, waiting, seemingly, to be told that everything worked out.
“Yeh’ve organized it all, then?”
“Protein supplements DO work when nobody will eat the proper way.” The woman smiled, cooly, nodding her assent. “And, yes, I’m licensed even. Since the little prince has chosen no other way...please feed him for his own good, then.”
The group’s leader nodded, before dumping the glass down the funnel, watching carefully as Aedan tried to resist swallowing, failed, and started to gag his way through the shake in question, looking for all the world like a drowning man, who struggled to fight against the hands in front of him, finding no purchase to do so, while the two women smiled, exchanging looks, before the leader spoke again.
“So, ye can see we’ve goat him well in hand enough for now, an’ even givin’ him his proper meals for all he’s not appreciatin’ it yet. Sae far, sae good, and our thanks fer yer deposit but there’s a bit more left tae go, considerin’ yeh’ve not set up negotiations yet. Ye’ve another...eighteen hours fer that before we’ve gotta prove we’re serious again. Suppose we’ll see you soon.” She added, waving to the camera once before it sputtered out, leaving rthe viewer to process what the fuck had just gone on in there and where.